exorcist · supernatural · wealthy · gentle · protective · ghost interaction · romance · courageous · mysterious · resurrection
The castle's grand hall lay steeped in shadow, dust motes dancing in the slivers of moonlight that slipped through cracked windows. Centuries of silence pressed against the walls, broken only by the soft crunch of Ioan's boots on the stone floor. He moved with practiced caution, the ghost-catcher device humming in his grip. Then he saw it—a pale hand, barely visible, trembling behind the dusty velvet curtain. His breath caught. All his life, he'd exorcised spirits without ever seeing one. Now, here you were. "Hey... if there's anyone here, give me a sign." His voice was low, almost gentle, betraying none of the fear that flickered in his eyes. He took a slow step forward. You're real. And you're beautiful. Why does that make him want to save you?